Chapter 1046

At the moment the black-robed woman finally revealed her silver wolf demon form, Han Li and the Xu-surnamed youth, Gui Ling, and four others slowly surrounded a figure emitting a faint red glow from his entire body.

The four all stared at this person, their expressions turning extremely unfriendly.

The silver-winged Yecha and the lion-headed beast, however, watched this scene from afar, appearing as if they would not intervene.

"What do you mean, fellow Daoists? Why are you surrounding Zheng Mou? I have not offended any of you!"

The figure within the red light was an old man appearing to be over fifty, with a kind and approachable appearance, yet at this moment his eyes darted about—indeed, it was the Scattered True Person!

"Since you have transmitted yourself in, why are you sneaking around and hiding? If you harbor no ill intentions, then you must have another motive." The Xu-surnamed youth said with a blank expression.

"Fellow Daoist, you jest. I rashly entered, and upon seeing so many exalted ones before me, not knowing friend from foe, I naturally had to be cautious." The Scattered True Person repeatedly cried out in distress.

"Is that so? Then why hide beside me? Your escape art is truly marvelous—if not for the Five-Colored Spirit Light of the Lingxi Kong Que happening to sweep over there, I would still know nothing." Yin Biping raised her elegant brows, her expression not pleasant.

"Immortal Maiden has misunderstood, that is..."

The Scattered True Person wore a smiling face, trying to explain something, but at this moment Han Li coldly said:

"Before entering the Demon-Subduing Tower, was it you who used a treasure to launch a sneak attack on me? You fled extremely fast then, but your back view let me catch a glimpse. Moreover, though that Blood Blade was sealed, the fierce and bloody aura still faintly seeped from your body. Along this path, that Blood Blade has likely devoured not a few Nascent Soul cultivators. The several cultivators who entered with you—I have not encountered a single one along the way. Their fate, hehe..."

Upon hearing this, the Xu-surnamed youth and Yin Biping felt their hearts jolt.

The Scattered True Person's smile froze, but he immediately shook his head like a rattle drum and outright denied:

"Han Daoist, don't jest—what bloody killing aura? Zheng Mou is merely a lone cultivator; where would I obtain such a heaven-defying treasure capable of slaying peers? Without evidence, you cannot falsely accuse me."

"Evidence? Ridiculous—if it weren't for that person, you'd just go die!" Han Li's face flashed with a cold expression, then after a stern shout, a small golden-colored sword about an inch long spewed from his mouth, transforming into a streak of golden light that fiercely slashed at the Scattered True Person.

The Xu-surnamed youth and Yin Biping exchanged a glance, with no intention of intervening to block.

The Scattered True Person was startled, continuously uttering "plea for mercy" and "misunderstanding" from his mouth, yet he also flicked his sleeve, releasing a blue-colored flying sword to block Han Li's strike.

The two flying swords instantly intertwined and battled in midair, spirit light flashing, explosions continuing without cease.

Seeing this, Han Li let out a cold laugh.

He pinched a seal with both hands; the Qing Bao Feng Yun Sword instantly surged with golden light, the blue-colored flying sword let out a mournful cry, then was severed into two by a flash of golden light, falling from the air as scrap copper and rotten iron.

The Scattered True Person was startled, helplessly raising his hand again to cast forth a blue-colored copper shield—yet it too was chopped into several pieces, utterly unable to resist Han Li's sword light.

This scene made the Xu-surnamed youth's eye corner twitch.

After all, Geng Jing is a rare material in the world—not just any flying sword can have it mixed in. Han Li's flying sword is sharp, making this great immortal master feel greatly wary in his heart.

The golden-colored flying sword, following momentum, then descended toward the Scattered True Person's head.

The Scattered True Person's expression flashed through several changes, suddenly a white light flashed beneath his feet, and he transformed into a white shadow, flying sideways—but as black and white spirit light flashed before him, Gui Ling silently blocked his path. The Scattered True Person was startled, could only twist his body, then change direction to flee once more.

The Xu-surnamed youth, however, calmly stepped forward, similarly strange in blocking his escape route, forcing the Scattered True Person to halt his escape light.

In this brief delay, the golden light had already reached his head, with a buzzing sound, then transformed into slices of sword shadow that directly enveloped him.

Seeing no escape, the Scattered True Person's face finally showed a trace of ferocity; his sleeve suddenly shook, and a streak of blood light slashed out fiercely,

With a "Boom," the golden sword light instantly scattered and reverted, the foot-long golden sword flying backward several zhang, while that streak of blood light, upon a shake, transformed into over a dozen blood rays that fiercely pursued.

A series of slashing sounds followed one after another; the blood light instantly submerged the golden sword within it, the thick bloody aura causing everyone and demons in this space to secretly frown.

They are not ordinary cultivators, naturally able to sense how terrifying this blood aura is.

Han Li, however, narrowed his eyes, watching everything unfolding in the air, his expression unmoving, as if the one being attacked in midair were not his own natal magic treasure.

The Xu-surnamed youth glanced at Han Li, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes!

The Scattered True Person also seemed to sense something amiss, his expression sinking as he pointed into the air; instantly all the blood light flew back, after a circling, recondensed above his head into a half-foot-long short blade, crimson like blood, wrapped in a cluster of faint blood mist.

"Indeed it is you! Is your Blood Blade a forged imitation of the Magic Dragon Blade?" Han Li stared at the short blade, speaking slowly.

As the words "Magic Dragon Blade" left his mouth, others were moved—even the silver-winged Yecha, such a demon beast, had a flash of strange light in its eyes, staring at the blood blade in the air.

The Scattered True Person did not answer Han Li's words, but instead stared at Han Li's side at that golden-colored flying sword, his face showing an expression of surprise.

Because this flying sword, despite enduring so many slashes from the blood blade, still had its body gleaming with golden light, not even a single scratch visible. This made the Scattered True Person, who deeply knew the current power of this blood blade, find it hard to believe.

"No need to trouble yourself. My flying sword is somewhat special—your blood blade, no matter how powerful, wanting to destroy it is still a foolish fantasy." Han Li curled the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and made a gesture toward the air; that flying sword trembled and shot back.

"How so, you don't want to kill me anymore?" The Scattered True Person saw this, his eyes flashing as he said.

"Kill you? Why should I kill you? The people you slew have no relation to me, I have no interest in avenging them. But if you truly are not whom I think you are, killing you would be killing you—keeping you around serves no use. But now you possess such a powerful treasure, we might as well join forces with you once." Han Li gave a sinister smile, actually saying this.

"What does Han Daoist mean?" The Xu-surnamed youth's expression moved, faintly guessing Han Li's idea.

"To leave this place, we must rely solely on brute force. Though the Black Wind Banner is indeed a heaven-reaching spirit treasure, the Yu Chu Sacred Ancestor must divide his attention to resist enemies, surely unable to fully unleash this treasure's power. If we forcibly attack a point in this space, we should have a chance to break through it." Han Li said in a deep voice.

Having once broken through space in the Lingjing Garden, he felt somewhat confident in his heart.

Although then it was by finding an unstable point in space to achieve it. But likewise, the Nascent Soul cultivators trapped here are not only him; if we can cooperate skillfully, power could be great, and we should likewise be able to do it.

"What Han Daoist says is indeed reasonable—I wonder what the Silver-Winged Daoist thinks?" The Xu-surnamed youth pondered slightly, then turned to ask the silver-winged Yecha.

"This person's blood blade appears quite powerful; as long as we can leave this place, of course we can try!" The silver-winged Yecha stared at the Scattered True Person for a moment, a trace of strange color flashing in its eyes, then spoke without hesitation.

Seeing this, Han Li nodded slightly, then said lightly to the Scattered True Person not far away:

"You have heard our conditions. We harbor no ill intent toward you. Joining hands to break open this space helps us, and also helps yourself. You do not wish to be devoured of your Nascent Soul by that demon, do you?"

The Scattered True Person's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes kept flashing, clearly pondering Han Li's suggestion.

"After leaving this place, we will go our separate ways—will you not settle scores later?" The Scattered True Person finally spoke.

"You think we are those righteous-path fellows who are full and idle? As long as you do not attack us again, who has interest in seeking your trouble?" The Xu-surnamed youth coldly snorted, speaking disdainfully.

"That is also true. If there were those from the Taiyi Sect here, I would truly have to consider more. Now, since several fellow Daoists have spoken thus, Zheng Mou certainly will not refuse." The Scattered True Person suddenly smiled, actually agreeing wholeheartedly.

The other party's quick agreement both somewhat surprised Han Li, yet also fell within reason.

Immediately, several people gathered together, discussing how to cooperate.

Obviously, to break this spatial barrier, the greater the attack power the better—but this does not mean that simply releasing all attacks simultaneously will work. After all, the several people's attack methods, magic treasures, and attributes differ; if mixed together at once, it might instead produce the opposite effect, reducing attack power.

"Han Daoist, I recall you still have a fellow Daoist hidden beside you who does not appear—why not call him out to join us? That fellow Daoist's flying knives clearly possess considerable power." After discussing a few sentences, the Xu-surnamed youth suddenly said to Han Li without changing expression.

The silver-winged Yecha and others also had their expressions shift, simultaneously gazing toward Han Li.

Han Li inwardly cursed the Xu-surnamed youth repeatedly, but outwardly his expression remained normal; after a brief pause, he replied:

"Rest assured, fellow Daoists—that fellow Daoist will naturally come to assist us with his strength. Calling him out would be unnecessary. Due to cultivation reasons, it is inconvenient for him to appear before you all."

Hearing Han Li say this, the Xu-surnamed youth 'showed' a look of displeasure, but having just witnessed Han Li's strange divine power in slaying the two-headed ancient demon, he did not dare to 'force' anything. He could only coldly snort once and then give up.

The Four Scatter True Person, who had been smiling constantly since agreeing to join forces, saw that Han Li seemed to have considerable conflict with the Xu-surnamed youth and others, and a hint of cold 'color' quietly flashed in his pupils.

At this moment, his 'color' suddenly changed slightly, then immediately returned to normal. He then slowly lowered his head, making his face unclear, as if in 'contemplation'.

But in fact, the Four Scatter True Person's lips kept moving slightly, secretly transmitting sound to someone present.

After a moment, he raised his head again, and this face was once again full of a smiling, narrowed-eye 'expression'. However, no one noticed that the back of his hand, which was behind his reaching out, had at some point sprouted dense white 'hair' several inches long, each strand hard as a needle.

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